Red Means I Love You || Rinney

Rule 4: Don't Do Shit To The Murderer's Love Interest

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As the two boys made it to Finney's apartment, they walked into Finney's room. Quite immediately, Finney fell asleep. Robin, however, laid awake, he stared at the asleep boy besides him. He noticed how peaceful he looked, he swore to himself that he won't let anyone hurt his Finney. 

Robin closed his eyes to try and fall asleep. 

The next morning, Finney woke up to an empty bed. It was just him. 

His mind immediately went to the events of the previous night. Finney had killed someone. He gave the final blow. But he found that it felt good. 

Maybe Robin was right. No, Robin is right. Finney had it in him somewhere, he just needed the push that Robin gave him. 

Though, what was it about the 'All this murders. All this killings. I did them for you,' that's just because they're best friends, right? 

Finney found himself smiling. What if their relationship could move...further. Finney was snapped out of his thoughts by the creaking of the door to his room. It was Robin. 

"Oh, good, you're awake," he said with a smile, "Gwen bought breakfast," he continued. "Ok, I'll be there," Finney replied with a mirrored smile. Robin left and shut the door to Finney's room. 

The younger boy shortly followed. Before eating, he went to the bathroom. He washed his face, then looked up at the mirror. He thought, 'Maybe I do like killing...but that's not who I am...'

Finney walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen. "Morning, Finn," Gwen greeted with a smile, "Morning," Finney replied, also with a smile. 

Gwen gave Finney a box of pancakes that she bought because God knows, if Gwen tried to cook the whole apartment building would probably be burnt down. Robin, on the other hand, can cook, yes, but he also can't. Whenever he cooks, most of them ends up being charred or burnt. Finney, though, is probably the best cook between the three of them. 

Finney raised his head after taking a bite to look at Gwen, "So, anything interesting happened between you and Amy or are we still stuck at where we are right now?" Finney teased with a smirk, "Oh, shut up. Don't act like you and you know who are making any progress," Gwen rolled her eyes, then eyed Robin at the mention of 'you know who.' Finney scoffed. "Hey, what about Billy and Griffin, those fuckers are not budging, not even a bit," Robin stated. Finney raised his fork, "I'm sick of Griffin's rants about Billy's hair and I'm sick of Billy's rants about Griffin's eyes, I should probably force them late- Shit! Don't we have classes?!" Finney yelled, "Don't worry, my darling Finn, they're cancelling all classes for a week because of the recent deaths," Gwen exclaimed,  her voice turning monotoned at the last few words. Finney sighed, Robin just smiled.

"Is that why neither of you woke me up? Because God knows I can't handle being late," Finney asked, "Well, I was planning to, but Robin told me not to," Gwen stated, a smirk growing when Robin's name was mentioned. Finney felt his face slightly heat up, "I see," Finney replied. 

"So, since we don't have classes for a week, Griffin told me that Vance is throwing another party at their house tonight because apparently, their parents are on another continent for two weeks! It's 15 and above, wanna go?" Gwen asked. Finney and Robin looked at one another, "Sure," Robin answered, "Yeah, I'll be there, definitely," Finney replied. 

"Anyway, I have to go, tío Ricky is leaving for Mexico soon," Robin said, standing up from the chair. Gwen and Finney smiled. Finney escorted Robin down to the lobby, "Take care, mi vida. See you tonight, meet me here tonjght?" Robin smiled, Finney smiled back and nodded.